The basement door opened and Rachel looked up. Gabe was coming downstairs with a plate of comida in his hands. “I made you some dinner” he said as if he expected Rachel to be grateful. He put the plate on a box and gave her a plastic fork and knife. “I’m only playing it safe” he said when Rachel gave him a dirty look.
“You can’t do this” Rachel said.
“You’re really such a hypocrite” Gabe said. “You let me send away my daughters, when you are just like them. Does this mean Amber had the werewolf gene? Well, in that case she’s better off dead”
Rachel gasped. “I can’t believe you actually said that”
“You wanted her to suffer every full moon? You wanted her to hunt in a pack?” Gabe said sarcastic. “Finish your dinner”
He walked back to the stairs and climbed up, but halfway he felt a firm grip on his ankle. seguinte moment he landed with his face on the stairs. As he groaned and tried to get up again Rachel ran past him. Gabe scribbled up and stumbled upstairs. He grabbed Rachel and they both fell down the stairs again.
“Ahh, okay, time out” Gabe said. Rachel didn’t answer. Gabe looked down at his wife’s lifeless body. “Rachel, don’t be stupid”
But Rachel still didn’t answer.
“Damn it” Gabe mumbled. He looked around agitated. He had to find something to cover her in. While he searched for it he heard something break. He lifted up his head. Rachel grabbed his hair, pulled his head backwards and cut his throat with a piece of the plate she had broken. As blood spilled over his throat and clothes Gabe dropped on the basement floor, his eyes fixated on Rachel.